you fill up my senses like a night in a forest

[bonecraft]

WHO: Roesia & you
WHAT: Being a weirdo.
WHEN: After the execution, after the Shepherds leave.
WHERE: Various.
NOTES: Blood.

the town square.
She comes into the village when it is late - the safest time. While the guards are on alert, the townspeople are, for the most part, asleep. The shadows are long, and Roesia knows how to ask the earth to keep her steps quiet. It's the world around her that made her aware of the danger - first the Shepherds and their hunt, and then the death of their quarry. It is that death that brings her into the town square.

In the village, she covers herself; long, dark sleeves and skirts, the hood of her thin cloak pulled down low. She carries a few leather pouches, strapped to her belt, and a hunting knife is tucked between the cloak. Slipping between the shadows, avoiding the scrutiny of the guards by yawning when one gets too close - just a young maiden, returning home, time to sleep...

When she reaches the site of the execution, she looks for the blood-stained earth. The body is gone, and she can do nothing for it - but his death does not have to be in vain.

the forest.
Maybe you've wandered deeper than you meant to. Maybe Roesia has wandered closer to the village than usual. Either way, there is a young woman with black hair and strange eyes gathering plants and mushrooms, placing her choices in a woven basket. If you smile at her, she will smile back. She is polite; Mother taught her well.

Comments

forest

[pestler]

Normally the actual finding and growing of herbs is left to Arlene, who seems to have such a deft hand with them, but sometimes Finian needs an excuse to get away from the town for a little bit. Today, that excuse is seeking out a specific mushroom which, in small concentrated quantities, can help ease anxieties: something they've all needed ever since the Shepherds left.

He's on his knees in a clearing, gathering them carefully into a little pouch, when he hears a sound and looks up to see a woman there. She looks familiar, but he isn't sure why: rather than question it, he smiles a greeting.

DEEP IN THE SPOOKY FOREST

[ferruginous]

Fíadh had been taught fairly early in her life that self-reliance is the best tool for ensured survival. Well, that and a big sword. But the self-reliance part is what's bringing her to the forest now. So she's quietly wandering her way through the wood in search of game, a bow in her hand and quiver on her back. Going back empty-handed certainly won't be a death-sentence, but she'd rather save her coin than spend it on food.

There's movement about fifteen feet away that makes her freeze; without second thought she grabs an arrow from her quiver and nocks it into her bow. Releasing a steadying breath she moves closer, a slow excitement building in her at the thought of fresh meat. But it doesn't take long for her to spy that it's not prey but a woman picking mushrooms. Her hopes quickly come down, but not into total disappointment. Now she's curious.

With caution she approaches the dark-haired woman, leaving her arrow firmly set in the string of her bow, but walking in a more casual gait. She's not trying to sneak up after all, just investigate.

"Are those edible?"

town square

[mysteriumtremendum]

Roesia has an audience of one--a quiet audience, of course, in the form of the village vicar. His path back to the vicarage from the general direction of Sands Creek doesn't have to take him past the scene of the grisly execution, but something draws him to it, and he has always been pathologically curious.

Evidently this is a trait he shares with someone else.

He doesn't announce himself yet, choosing instead to keep to the shadows and watch what the shrouded stranger chooses to do with the blood of a dead man.